Sunday, December 7
The days of Idaho are coming to an end. With a constant effort to just be thankful sadness sneaks in. The dark clouds lightly sprinkle sorrow. In this mountainous place my happiness soars. Ponderosa pine and Douglas fir proving neighborly protection as the Payette River sings me a comforting song. This sparsely populated area has felt like home since the first full breath taken.
The love for this land and the people will remain forever. Upon my return I will dance once more.
Now, comes the time to pratiquez mon français...practice my France. Those dark clouds return with thunderous fright. My adjustment to the European-esque city will far exceed my efforts here. One hundred and forty five days after departing la ville du Quebec my feet will walk the cobbled streets and ride the bus once more. Observation of non-verbal cues directing my actions and fill my wordless days. The beauty will once again grip my desire to explore, learn and grow.
Laying my head down at night with the roaring engine from public transportation singing a city lullaby my thoughts will drift to the silent nights of Lowman.
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